In the 60’s Carlton was the place to be. The university was there, along with the Italian restaurants and the double storey terrace houses. We shared six to a house for $9/week, cooked in woks and our lives were like a never ending chemistry experiment.

We had the music and we plastered the inside walls of our rooms with posters of our favourite bands.

Bob was there, of course – everyone had Bob Dylan looking down on them in their double bed.

Well it’s 2011 and it seems that Bob’s still there, but his fresh face is at the window now for some reason, looking outwards. Those fiercely intelligent eyes scrutinize the ideal world that his ardent afficionados said they were going to build, all those years ago.

Bob, you don’t look too happy – not too pleased with what you see?

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Funny, I had a Dylan moment earlier today, trying to recollect that wonderful line – people in New York don’t have much food on the table, but they got a lot a knives and forks and they gotta cut somethin. Great shot!!

I’ve been having Dylan moments since I was 25!! He certainly was the source of so many insightful lyrics. Interesting how he has remained in the minds of so many people who went through the revolutionary 60’s and 70’s.

– Rhoufi

unebandepartover 3 years ago

10* !! ;)

Merci Irina; where do you get the time to write such long comments? ;-)Always pleased to read your codes :-)))

Hmm hope the household wasn’t anything like I’ve seen in The Young Ones! ;)Well seen and presented Rhoufi, one does wonder what Bob thinks now.

There are some people in Carlton who never moved on from the 60’s. You can smell it when you walk passed an open window! ;-X

But really, it always feels like home when I go to the Nova for a film. I’ll never get over that. My old house in Palmerston Street is now the School of Optometry – sort of ironic really, since when I lived there we were all blind most of the time ;-))

how could he know all those years ago the awful choices that have been made in our names?Good capture.~sass

“in our names” – sticks in the throat doesn’t it Sass? Rebel rebel, how could they know?There’s still time to put the brakes on, but will we?Sorry for the cynicism, Sass, I should know better :-(peace ~ as always

Thanks Cathy, I try to avoid nostalgia, but every now and again it creeps up behind me and gives me fatherly tap on the shoulder.

– Rhoufi

Dwarkanover 3 years ago

Strong and moving evocation of these golden times Rhoufi, now the old world is vanishing, now comes the time of the warrior… fighting for survival…

Thank you Dwarkan, I think sometimes that it may have been the last Golden Times, but that thought is too frightening. I have to agree with you, we have entered the age of the warrior and to have lived as an adult from the Summer of Love through to the Winter of War may make us the most disillusioned generation in history. Thank you for your English on my pages.

Thanks Eranthos and thanks for the hello. I’ve just got back from 6 weeks in Paris, Spain, Istanbul and Greece and I know very well why you’re over there. Melbourne’s cold, but it’s still charming ;-)))